Box of Franzia wrapped under the Christmas tree. TSM.
Box of Franzia wrapped under the Christmas tree. TSM.
The bad thing about finals week is I have no time to work out. The good thing is I have no time to eat. TSM.
Warming up on a cold day in the tanning bed. TSM.
Decorating your Christmas tree in your sorority’s colors. TSM.
Using formal pictures as an idea of what your engagement might look like. TSM.
Sometimes, I wonder who the big in this relationship is. TSM.
The flood of “How have you been?” texts you get from guys when you change your relationship status to “single.” TSM.
Doesn’t everyone buy rhinestones by the pound? TSM.
The university putting a price limit on all competitions because your sorority has an “unfair advantage.” TSM.
Buying three new dresses for an event, then wearing something you borrowed from a sister. TSM.
Never registering for an 8AM class because the only time you should see 7:30 is during a walk of shame. TSM.
It’s a blonde thing. TSM.
I only have drunk eyes for you. TSM.
That bitchy face you make when someone is surprised you’re actually smart. TSM.
“Hey.” = You don’t have a chance. “Heyy” = You need to work for it. “Heyyy” = When and where. TSM.
Double texts: I don’t send them I just get them. TSM.
Using an Adderall for emailing PNMs instead of studying. TSM.
Spending more time doing your hair and makeup for a final than studying for it. TSM.
Spending time picking out the perfect outfit for him to take off. TSM.
Placing importance on how photogenic a man is because, duh, your wedding photos. TSM.